Peaceful freedom of a meadow
More by Amelia_v
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My Sister that is not my blood
She is my sister,
that is not my blood.
Long black hair,
and kind eyes.
Compisition class,
met by chance,
ended up luaghing till our sides hurt.
Now we are in college,
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Bad poem about food and feelings
For breakfast I had potatoes
Fruit
Yogurt and granola
like I do almost every morning
I drank coffee and tea
and took my supplements
like I do almost every morning
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